The Consciousness of Zhuge Qingyun

After swallowing the elixir, Gu Simu's gaze remained fixed on the distance.

"To occupy my body? You think you're worthy!"

Suddenly, Gu Lan let out a furious roar, but his expression soon changed, and the voice of the Blood Demon followed.

"Your body is already mine. Without me, you'd have died a hundred times over!"

In the void above, Gu Lan's hands continued to battle.

A storm of blood surged through the air, accompanied by terrifying true energy.

Mo Xuan, hidden in the shadows, frowned as he observed the scene.

A look of doubt appeared in his eyes, and his expression darkened.

"Young Lord, what should we do now?"

The person beside him asked. He answered with a cold face,

"Our goal has been achieved. Leave!"

The Xuanyuan Clan's experts had all been slain, so there was no need to linger here any longer.

Remaining would only bring danger, especially since Gu Lan had become an unpredictable factor.